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The Daughters of Iron Have a New Target: The Ghost in the Machine. Ava, Maggie, and Jess are the Daughters of Iron—an elite mercenary team—and their latest mission takes them deep into the Singapore Corporate Zone. The job: extract a live copy of Project Atlas, a self-learning AI with a survival instinct. The target isn’t a file to download—it’s a colossal, isolated node in the global network that runs OmniLogistics. To succeed, they’ll have to treat Atlas like a living thing: soothe it, fool it, and discreetly carry it out. As the storm closes in and rival operatives move ...

A tale of blood and betrayal in the heart of the French Revolution. Honour is a fragile thing. When it breaks, the blade falls. Paris, 1789. The city is a powder keg of hunger and rage. While the streets seethe, the aristocracy still clings to its codes of honour—rules already on the verge of extinction. Tristan de Vigny is bound by those dying rules. To defend the honour of the woman he loves, he has challenged the most dangerous swordsman in France to a duel at dawn. He knows he cannot win—but he would rather die with a blade in his hand than live branded a coward. Isabelle de ...

Most people head to New Orleans for jazz, bourbon, and beads. I’m just here for the body count. Mardi Gras in the Big Easy is usually a party, but this year, the air smells more like tear gas than celebration. My mission should be a straightforward hit on Elliot Warren Caldwell, a defence-tech billionaire who turns human misery into profit by building off-the-books detention centres deep in the bayou. But between volatile protests in the French Quarter and the alligator-infested swamps of the Louisiana backcountry, nothing about this job is simple. Navigating the chaos means working with ...

A frozen fortress. A lethal secret. A ghost from the past. The Daughters of Iron are elite mercenaries for hire, and their latest contract takes them into the heart of a Siberian black site that officially doesn’t exist. Ava, Maggie, and Jess are tasked with Operation Frost Line: extracting a high-value “cognitive specialist” from a facility built on Soviet brutalism and secrets. The payoff is enormous, but the mission requires a high-altitude jump into a sub-zero whiteout where the cold kills faster than the guards. When the team breaches the concrete tomb, Ava realises the asset ...

Eric warned her she'd never get away. He was wrong. After years of walking on eggshells, Mara is making a desperate run for her life, tearing through the unforgiving woods to escape her abusive husband. Every shadow is a threat, and the sound of his boots is a death knell. Her only refuge is an abandoned cabin—a horror movie cliché—but running into it is safer than facing her husband unarmed. Now, Mara is caught between the monster she married and a mysterious stranger who just handed her an axe. To survive, she must finally stop running and make the one choice she’s always avoided: ...

Some people celebrate the Fourth of July with fireworks and parades. Me? I’m in small-town America, stopping bombs from killing innocent people. I was hired to take out Wesley Gage—a disgraced vet with a DIY bomb and a grudge against Governor Monroe. At least, that’s what they told me. But after watching him fumble through his mission, it’s clear: Gage isn’t the mastermind. He’s the fall guy. The real villains? They wear polished shoes and patriotic smiles. They don’t care who dies—as long as the explosion hits the headlines and bumps the poll numbers. Now I’m deep in the ...

He Thought I Was Weak— He Thinks He Knows What’s Coming. I didn’t think my life could get worse. No job. No money. No future. Then, a car pulled up beside me, and I ignored every instinct, doing the one thing you’re never supposed to do. I got in the car. What happened next shattered everything I thought I knew—about people, survival, and myself. He took me—body, mind, and soul—and tried to cage me. But he didn’t break me. I’m still here. And I’ve found allies in the unlikeliest of places. Together, we’re not just fighting to survive—we’re fighting back. He has no ...

Most people visit Venice for gondolas, gelato, and the Vogalonga. I came to assassinate a former CIA asset named Giovanni Malvetti. Malvetti isn’t just a target—he’s a message. One bullet, one splash, and one body sinking beneath the festive chaos of Venice’s biggest rowing event. Clean. Efficient. Professional. At least, it was supposed to be. But—as usual—my agent Jane had to complicate things with one of her “competency tests.” Now I’m racing through opera houses, diving down alleyways, and sprinting across sinking city streets with half of Italy’s law enforcement on ...

Most people spend Valentine’s Day with roses and chocolates—I’ll be spending mine dodging bullets and slicing up billionaires. This year, I’ve got a date with a target who deserves Cupid’s deadliest arrow—a tech billionaire with a god complex and a list of sins long enough to make a priest blush. Taking him out should be simple enough, but of course, nothing ever is. Turns out, my latest target is tangled up in a web of lies, power plays, and one of my exes who’d love to see me six feet under. Toss in a midnight swim that could end in disaster, and you’ve got the makings of ...

Most people celebrate Cinco de Mayo with mariachi bands and tequila shots. Me? I’m spending it in Puebla, killing a cartel boss. The mission: take out Esteban “El Alacrán” Montoya—publicly, painfully, and with enough flair to send a message. Just your average bloody cleanup on aisle five. But guess who else decided to show up? Camille Noir. Last I heard, she was working for France’s external intelligence agency. Now I have to kill Montoya, piss off the French government, and maybe settle a long-overdue score. But I don’t walk away from an assignment just because of a few ...

Most people spend St. Patrick’s Day drowning in whiskey and chasing luck—I’ll be spending mine drowning in bodies and dodging double-crosses. This job should’ve been simple—one clean kill and a quiet exit. But when an ambush turns my getaway into a deadly game of cat and mouse, I start to wonder if the real target was me all along. Now, I’m stuck in Dublin with a trail of bodies behind me, a one-way ticket to London that’s looking more like a coffin, and a nagging suspicion that my employer just signed my death warrant. If you love thrillers laced with snark, backstabbing ...

Most people spend Easter hunting for chocolate eggs—I’ll be spending mine hunting someone who thinks he’s an apex predator. Hugh Atwater calls himself a great white hunter. I call him a walking cliché with too much money, a kill list full of endangered species, and a plan to seize land that isn’t his. The job is simple: make sure he never kills again—animals or otherwise—and leave behind a mess that points the blame anywhere but me or those who hired me. Only this time, I’m not just dealing with human predators—I’m competing with things with bigger teeth than mine. And ...

Most people unwrap presents at Christmas—I’m busy wrapping bodies. This year, though, my usual routine got personal. Going home for the holidays wasn’t exactly my choice, but when you’re a hitwoman with a complicated family and a past that refuses to stay buried, things tend to get... eventful. Let’s just say some skeletons should stay buried; others demand justice. And me? I deliver it. If you’re into thrillers spiked with snark, a touch of holiday mayhem, and a heroine who’s equal parts ruthless and relatable, Merry Little Vengeance will make your season bright—just not ...

The Woods Hide More Than Secrets—They Hide Death The trees swallowed me whole, their twisted branches closing in like a trap. I came out broken but alive. Barely. Now, I’m back, searching for answers about the monster who turned my life into a nightmare. They call him "The Woodsman," but I’ve seen his work up close. And I found his graveyard—a hidden clearing filled with the skeletal remains of his victims. I was almost one of them. My discovery has made me his target again, but he won’t stop there. He’s coming after someone I care about, twisting the knife deeper with every ...

Sarah is forced to the edge of sanity by the ghosts of her family's past. Suffering from violent and bloody hallucinations, she seeks the help of psychiatrist and friend Michael Brink. After being sent to an institution in a catatonic state, covered in blood from stabbing her unfaithful boyfriend, Sarah is forced to confront the truth about her father's death and the demon, Jack, who caused her father's suicide and who is now the reason for her horrific hallucinations. Unlike her father, Sarah refuses to kill herself.

Beneath the ravaged skies, amidst the ruins of civilization, a glimmer of hope survives - New Atlantis, a fortified UN base at the South Pole. But for a family of civilians and a hardened squad of soldiers, reaching that distant oasis means a desperate trek across a nightmare landscape. Hunted by the Others, pushed to their breaking points, can they outrun the shadows of extinction? Oasis plunges you into a heart-pounding journey: Gripping characters in a desperate struggle: Witness the resilience of ordinary people thrust into extraordinary circumstances alongside hardened soldiers ...

Most people come to Jaipur for its Pink City architecture, spirituality, and vibrant culture. I’m just here to burn it all down. Holika Dahan in Jaipur is a spectacle of roaring bonfires and crowds enthusiastically setting demon effigies alight. It’s the perfect backdrop for a clandestine meeting, provided you don’t mind the heat—or not knowing who your contact for the job is. Jane is being particularly close-lipped on this one. The target is billionaire Arjun Rathore. To the world, he’s a philanthropist and cultural patron. Behind closed doors, he runs a darker operation that ...

The Daughters of Iron trade neon cities for the red zone, where the dust storms hide more than just the sun. Ava, Maggie, and Jess—the elite mercenaries known as the Daughters of Iron—are dispatched straight from a rain-soaked Singapore to the sweltering South American Dust Belt. Their mission: intercept a rogue Kestrel Dynamics convoy and secure its highly sensitive cargo. The intel is incomplete. The terrain is lethal. And the convoy chain is moving far too fast. These aren’t just hauliers—they’re unpredictable, aggressive, and behaving like semi-sentient predators. Complicating...

Most people spend New Year’s Eve counting down to fresh starts and champagne kisses. I’m spending mine in Vienna, hunting a war criminal at a palace ball. Dmitri Karpin is a Russian power broker with diplomatic immunity, dirty hands, and a long trail of bodies no court has been able to touch. Killing him should be simple: blend in, make it elegant, disappear before the fireworks fade. Of course, nothing is ever that clean. When Karpin bolts into Vienna’s glittering underworld, the job turns into a deadly chase through waltzes, nightclubs, and holiday chaos. Rival killers emerge. The ...

Most people celebrate the Day of the Dead with marigolds and tequila—I’m spending mine preparing a killer’s last rites. This job is anything but business. It’s personal. I’m hunting the man responsible for putting Vera’s tortured body on an altar through the streets of Mexico City. He left a chilling clue: a card stamped with the name Noir—the name of a French spook I already put in the ground. The sins of my past just cost my friend her life, and I intend to pay that debt in blood. Jane sent help in the form of Father Rafael Vázquez, a priest who smells of last rites and ...